Justice for Wronged Grandma Chapter 02

Justice for Wronged Grandma Chapter 02

I finished reviewing the three new candidates’ files calmly.

Someone knocked on the door.

Jax walked in, bowing slightly, and politely led an older woman inside.

“Elara, this is Corinne’s grandmother. Ms. Marlow Veyra.”

He shot me a sharp warning look, then closed the door.

I looked up.

She wore a tailored navy silk midi dress.

Her white hair was combed perfectly.

Gold-rimmed glasses rested on her nose.

At over seventy, she barely had a wrinkle on her face.

She was incredibly well-kept.

“Ms. Voss,” she said as she sat down.

Her posture carried the arrogance only a life of privilege could create.

“Corinne wants to intern at your firm. Please arrange it for her.”

A thick sealed cash envelope slid across the desk toward me.

I stared at her hands.

Plump, pale, with a jade ring on her ring finger.

This pair of hands had never done a day of hard work.

But the real Elowen Hale’s hands were nothing like this.

She’d mended leather by kerosene lamp her whole life. Her knuckles were gnarled, her fingers wrapped in old rags. They never straightened, even in death.

I looked up calmly.

“My interviews are finished. Your granddaughter did not pass.”

Her face darkened.

Behind her glasses, her eyes narrowed as she studied me.

“Ms. Voss, Corinne won the National Moot Court Championship, published six papers in top law reviews, and ranked first in every class. You’re turning her away? Isn’t that ridiculous?”

“The candidates have already been selected,” I pushed the envelope back to her.

“We found someone more suitable than your granddaughter.”

She glanced down at the returned envelope.

“Too little? Name your price.”

I looked up at her.

“I select people based on my own principles. As a veteran artist, you should understand rules better than I do—unless…”

I paused and met her gaze.

“In your eyes, principles are something you can buy.”

Her face turned completely cold.

She crossed her arms and scoffed lightly.

“Little girl, do you think you’re that important?”

Her eyes dripped with condescension.

“I’ve seen plenty of young women like you. You rely on your appearance to gain advantages and play at being righteous now. Now you’re trying to make a show of virtue using Corinne? Look at yourself first.”

“Corinne’s parents died young. My husband and I poured our entire lives into her. Finalize her hiring immediately. Or else…”

She adjusted her glasses and looked at me with contempt.

“My family has been in this circle for decades. The influence our family has built over decades cannot be matched by shallow means.Don’t push your luck.”

I stared at her calmly.

Beneath that well-kept face, the ugliness she’d hidden for fifty years finally showed.

This was her true face.

She might have stolen an identity, but the cruelty deep in her bones could never be changed.

She was not Elowen Hale.

The real Elowen Hale was my grandmother.

The woman who died with her eyes open, repeating her husband’s name over and over until her last breath.

I clenched my palms and spoke coldly.

“Are you finished?”

“Ms. Veyra, the interview result will not be changed. Please leave.”

Her eyebrows twisted with anger.

She stood up, snatched the envelope off the desk, and stuffed it into her bag.

“How insolent you are! You’ll regret this! Just you wait!”

The door slammed shut.

The sound of her high heels faded away.

Less than ten minutes later.

Jax stormed back in.

“Elara, are you trying to destroy the firm? I’m telling you one last time—hire Corinne right now!”

I stayed seated in my chair.

“Corinne Crane did not pass my interview. She does not meet our standards.”

I pointed at my computer screen.

“The hiring system is under my authority. Only I know the password.”

Jax’s face changed instantly.

“Elara! You’re truly crazy! Do you understand what happens if we don’t hire her? Her grandfather is Silas Crane! One word from him, and this firm is finished!”

“Fix this immediately. Or you’re fired!”

I said nothing.

I just looked at him.

The office went quiet for three seconds.

Then I smiled faintly.

“Fine. I’ll call Professor Crane personally.”

Jax froze, surprised by how quickly I agreed.

He stared at me for two seconds, then slammed the door on his way out.

Sunlight shifted across the window and fell onto the open files.

Silas Crane.

Elowen Hale.

Neatly printed in Corinne’s family information section.

One was my grandfather—the man who abandoned his wife and child.

The other was the woman who stole my grandmother’s entire life.

A thief.

I stared at the names for a long time.

Then I dialed the number.

“Professor Crane, this is Elara Voss from Apex Legal Group. I’d like to meet you in person about Corinne Crane.”